17th June, 2008
This Is The Rage
Rage. I feel it in my bones.
Today’s start was shitty. I had about seven hours of sleep and still woke up tired. Maybe it has to do with where in my sleep cycle I woke up. I heard that the deeper in your sleep, the harder it is to wake up sometimes and if you do, you haven’t given yourself enough time to get out of that cycle and go back to the alpha/beta waves.
I also had to take my pills today so I can test them out. A lot of good that did because when I showed up for my fitness class, I had a massive, and I mean massive, headache. Well, it didn’t start until after the pills had kicked in. I’m wondering though if it’s because I had pushed myself during the “warm-up.” I put that in quotes because it never is just a warm-up for me. In order to make it a warm-up, I need to have a slower heart rate and that jogging pace is way too slow, especially for the entire group; I’d be the crappy outlier way back there. So yeah, the headaches made it very difficult for me to perform all the exercises properly. Of course, after the class was over, the headaches went away.
Then I call the Direct Loans people because I got a letter saying that I needed to make my first payment this July and I know that’s not right. For the summer, I’ll be enrolled at least half-time and I’m going back in the fall as a full-time student. I also remember sending in a deferment letter about a month ago telling them that I was going to be enrolled as a half-time student. However, the school decided to send them some information saying that I wasn’t, so now I have to send in the stupid form again.
And yes, that’s where my rage comes from. This whole taking-a-semester off is a piece of bullshit. They never tell you all the crap you have to go through, all the hoops you have to jump in order to get back to where you need to be, as if you’d never left. Except, all the departments make it extremely difficult for you. I was so angry after that conversation with the Direct Loans lady that I really just wanted to cry my eyes out; when I get really upset, like my mother, I cry. This time I didn’t, but I could have and it would have upset me even more.
So now I have to go back to the damned Office of Admissions and Records and have them print me out another goddamn form and hope that the stupid Direct Loans people finally get this shit right.
Tags: financial aid, pills, school
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